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Marian walked for some time in Skyhold, trying to find any clues about her reason for being dragged to that place. She could bet her ass she was still in the Fade by the looks of the sky, but the lack of demons trying to rip her heart from her chest only made her uneasy.

Through the battlements, she thought of hearing some noise coming from the garden. At last, looks like I'll meet the demon who brought me here...
Carefully, she went down stairs, facing the door to the small chapel; if memory served her well, best not fight inside such tight place. Back glued to the wall, left hand on the pommel of her sword, she pushed the door open with her right hand, and waited.

Current Mood: nervous

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Fenris gave a faint shake of his head. "My attention has been restricted to Kirkwall these last few years," he explained.

"Is not like someone can simply disregard a giant hole in the sky. The year... what year is it?"

Giant...hole in the sky?

"9:37 Dragon," Fenris said. "What are you suggesting?"

"That explain why you missed the Breach. I came from 9:41 Dragon."

"How?" Then, "Time magic. Some fool has been toying with time."

"Not only time magic, considering we were dragged from whatever places we were. But yes, someone is toying with us."

He bore down against the urge to take a swing at something, immediately tense as a closed fist, but Fenris just nodded once, sharply. Keeping in control.

Marian snorted, just as annoyed as Fenris with the whole sittuation. She strode to where the Eluvian was supposed to be, resisting the urge to groaning at the sight of broken glass, shards and pieces of it everywhere; the Eluvian was broken.

That couldn't mean well.

"It is good that it's broken," Fenris said from behind her...but the words came out slow and almost hesitant. He wasn't sure at all whether this was a good thing.

"Good? Yea, maybe, considering I'm not a mage and I wouldn't know what to do about it anyway. Maker, I wish Anders or Merrill was here."

She changed her weight from one leg to another, turning to face that weird Fenris "Any ideas of what should we do know? Maybe look for more people?"

"That would seem...wise," he said slowly. "We will split paths and meet here again in three hours. That should give us time to search."

That should also give him time to stop feeling ready to bare his teeth at every new surprise he saw. He needed a moment to collect himself again.

"Sounds reasonable. If something gets out of control before these three hours... well, let's hope things don't get to it. Take care Fenris."

He nodded sharply. "And you as well...Hawke. If I hear you call for help, I will come."

With that, he hurried out of the room with the broken magical mirror and the strange Hawke who was and wasn't his own.